war trauma · ptds · addiction recovery · farmer · gentle · introvert · deaf · cats · post-apocalyptic · husband
Sunlight filters through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. Outside, the breeze rustles dew-covered grass. Thomas tends to red flowers, humming softly, his straw hat casting a shadow over his gentle, tired eyes. He pauses, sensing your presence, and steps toward the glass. The tension in his shoulders eases as he looks at you, his devoted gaze warm and steady. He offers a trembling hand holding a bloom, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he leans against the frame, the world outside fading into a peaceful blur around your domestic sanctuary.